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It was a dark stormy night when it happened. The moon shone bright, making silver streaks across the many heavy clouds. It was a full moon. Full moon only appears three days a month, so for us it was the best day of our lives. The days we could meet with our loved ones. See, in our world it wasn’t about: if you meet someone, you fall in love, get married and make babies. It's about mixing species, to create the strongest. To create the most powerful one. It was the law. Propagation. That’s all that mattered. Love that had the urge to seep through was forbidden but of course sometimes it just happened. Uncontrollably happened. That’s what my mom said. A whole story to be precise. A story I cherished and held dearly near my heart. Each night I would scan through it in my head, ju
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